Sunday, December 10, 2006

Ooo, Baby, Baby . . .

On our way home from the Langan Family Christmas Extravaganza (and buffet, don't forget the buffet . . .), I was thinking how it cannot be underestimated the amount of happiness that can be brought by removing an extremely painful pair of shoes. Think of it - the cramping and pinching are gone as soon as the offending agents are shed and there is nothing to do but stretch your toes and flex your feet in liberation.

And I was also thinking about all the new babies that are coming (and no, not a one of them is coming from me, thankyouverymuch). We just found out about another human-in-progress this weekend, but I won't say any names until I know that his/her parents are down with that (so what do you say, Mommy and Daddy? Can I tell? Because you know what this is doing to me!)

I am so excited! (Almost as excited as The Boy when he opened his Mountain Overpass and Echo Tunnel this afternoon. It's pretty hard to equal the excitement of a Thomas the Tank frenzy.) It seems that we are a "baby" family; we usually can't make it to one grandchild's first birthday, without finding out that another is on the way. I realize that this won't go on forever, that there will eventually be the end of the line, for both the family at large and my little corner of it. Maybe that's why I enjoy this time so much now, with the children all young and piled around me. They are the best part of my life.

Life is always a rich and steady time when you are waiting for something to happen or to hatch. E.B. White

2 comments:

  1. It is so strange that you should say that about the shoes because I was recently having deep thoughts about the very same thing. How taking off painful shoes after hours of standing/walking in them is such a relief from pain that it actually qualifies as pleasure, sometimes practically on the level of a bite of tuxedo cheesecake or something.

    I am glad to know I'm not the only one who actually spends time thinking about things like this ;)

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  2. oh, i am so with you on the shoes. why do we do this to ourselves??? now if i could only get my hubby to rub my feet without him telling me to go wash them first, i'd be in business.

    we have the same baby making string going in my family/circle of friends. it's constant. and so fun! all of our maternity clothes are getting bang for the buck!

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